• Some days are better than other days. 🦋 @wagenknechtsusan the TikTok genie đź’— #michaelfranti #michaelfrantiandspearhead #lifeisgood #friendship
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    Some days are better than other days. 🦋 @wagenknechtsusan the TikTok genie 💗 #michaelfranti #michaelfrantiandspearhead #lifeisgood #friendship
  • “Little heart bursts” We had a long, full, meaningful talk last week. He told me that in those final days, he had lost all dates and words. His moments were strung together by “little heart bursts” like the fact that I had called... Today, I am just so grateful for all the little heart bursts...like the one that I feel when I realize the simple gift of having gotten to love you. đź’— Grandpa Carl.
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    “Little heart bursts” We had a long, full, meaningful talk last week. He told me that in those final days, he had lost all dates and words. His moments were strung together by “little heart bursts” like the fact that I had called... Today, I am just so grateful for all the little heart bursts...like the one that I feel when I realize the simple gift of having gotten to love you. 💗 Grandpa Carl.
  • YESTERDAY I wrote this: My heart is broken..like in pieces, broken. No thing happened. Everything is happening. There are three kinds of body-workers: Body Scientists Body Psychics Body Singers Today I saw a Body Psychic who “doesn’t label her work...” but she intuited my broken heart. My maternal grandfather’s sudden heart attack... my propensity for devouring beets and pomegranate with a simple little daily prayer for my poor heart. My tongue line that runs almost to the tip. ...and the tatters, shatters of illumination. The fire which runs hot as it devours information and experience—cooking everything into flame-broiled wisdom. The vessel which holds every shard that makes me whole. She told me that heart-tending means blood-letting this time. Release. It seems I’m always letting go. Still. I trust in the ultimate fulfillment of LOVE. Invoking the wellspring that is never parched đź’— TODAY I learned that my father, my Carl, transitioned to Eternity. ...but my poor and mighty heart already knew that; YESTERDAY.
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    YESTERDAY I wrote this: My heart is broken..like in pieces, broken. No thing happened. Everything is happening. There are three kinds of body-workers: Body Scientists Body Psychics Body Singers Today I saw a Body Psychic who “doesn’t label her work...” but she intuited my broken heart. My maternal grandfather’s sudden heart attack... my propensity for devouring beets and pomegranate with a simple little daily prayer for my poor heart. My tongue line that runs almost to the tip. ...and the tatters, shatters of illumination. The fire which runs hot as it devours information and experience—cooking everything into flame-broiled wisdom. The vessel which holds every shard that makes me whole. She told me that heart-tending means blood-letting this time. Release. It seems I’m always letting go. Still. I trust in the ultimate fulfillment of LOVE. Invoking the wellspring that is never parched 💗 TODAY I learned that my father, my Carl, transitioned to Eternity. ...but my poor and mighty heart already knew that; YESTERDAY.
  • Dear mamas, I have three words for you: Que Cera Cera Seriously though: whatever will be will be. Can you season each moment with gratitude and trust? That’s where the joy is. I’ve been focusing on the one thing (maybe two things) that I actually CAN control in each moment...then letting literally everything else simply stay in the flow. Put your hands up!
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    Dear mamas, I have three words for you: Que Cera Cera Seriously though: whatever will be will be. Can you season each moment with gratitude and trust? That’s where the joy is. I’ve been focusing on the one thing (maybe two things) that I actually CAN control in each moment...then letting literally everything else simply stay in the flow. Put your hands up!